The Doomed Grilled Cheese Asylum

We open chapter three with the worrying beginning again. Yes, it’s that time.

Poor Shredded here is exhausted, as well as aspiration failure-y. By the way, notice my awfully dirty counters. I’ve given up trying to clean them.

He does manage to successfully make a toaster pastry. I’m disappointed. I had no fires, and I didn’t even try not to! And now they have enough cooking skill points that it probably isn’t going to happen.

Meanwhile, our resident goth, Monterrey, is still angry as always.

She never has a happy expression on her face.

Although here she does look slightly sad.What? Monterrey showing emotions other than anger? Weird.Notice Shredded passed out in his toaster pastry.

Monterrey: I’ve been thinking about trying to drown someone in a barrel of oil. What do you think, Shredded?

Shredded: Mrrmh.

Meanwhile, a pile-up in the bathroom. I actually had Cheddar join in on this, because she needed a bath before work.

Oh, poor Shredded.

Three puddles. Only neat sim making cereal. Cheddar can’t get into the fridge.Welcome to the asylum.

Oh joy. Banned 4 lyfe pictures part 2.

Oh good, all over.How come all of the banned 4 lyfe pictures involve Cheddar?Cheddar: I’m a closet romance sim.

HEY LOOK!Someone made a group meal all on their own.On a slightly related note, look at how awful that pixilated cereal looks.

Wow. Provolone’s strong.

Lol, this makes his feet look tiny. *giggle*

TWO WHOLE GROUP MEALS! Okay, so one was made by Cheddar, but still. She’s still tugging away at her LTW, but it’s slow.

Oh dear. Here we go again.

Banned 4 lyfe pictures part 3.

Is my asylum really screwed up, or am I just looking for it?

Okay, these weren’t too bad, but still…

This one looks like they’re clasping hands. A little bit of moveobjects on (and some clothes) and it’d be a sweet picture.

…Or not.

Wow! Teleporting pee puddle!

The bathtub’s broken, but I don’t even care.

SERIOUSLY?

The toilet’s right there, isn’t peeing on the toilet in front of everyone better than that?

Nightmares. About herself.

What?

Another? And in the same place too. Oh well, saves mopping time. Not that Cheddar does that anyway…

And here comes the crying…

Oh wow. Typical asylum picture. Here’s the rundown:Provolone’s being disgusted. Goat’s worrying. American is disgusted and also best friends. Pepperjack’s just standing around. Monterrey is angry. And Swiss is dirty. Six/seven sims. Yikes.

Here we go again. Provolone’s doing his shooing wars, Goat’s standing around, American’s worrying, Monterrey’s mad, and Pepperjack is hungry.

Swiss, meanwhile, is outside digging in the trash. Ah, sloppy sims. Gotta have one in your asylum ;)

Swiss: Mrghhmm yum mrgvhh.

I’ll take your word for it.

Swiss: Now I’m stinky.

Yah think?

Meanwhile the pile-up in the bathroom continues. Notice 3/5 of them are wearing underwear.“New report that 3/5 of asylum patients prefer to wear underwear over everyday clothing…” O.o

Swiss: I may have BO, but man does it smell good!

Uh…Ew?

Poor Monterrey (words I never thought I’d say). She was so hungry she kept getting into bed, then getting out, then getting in again, then getting out. I don’t think she got any sleep.

Out…

Yelling at me…

Crying….

In…

Out…

In…

Out…

And in again.

Now, with Swiss coming in, 6/7 asylum patients are in the bathroom. Some complaining about hunger, some complaining about their bladder, and some…

Peeing on the floor. And some more…

Are ignoring everyone and talking about escape routes. Goat: I think a big cruise ship would do the trick.

Pepperjack: Yeah, cruise ships! I hadn’t even thought of that!

Goat: Or maybe an airplane.

Pepperjack: A lightrail would be quicker, though. American: Jeez, Shredded smells!

Goat: Yeah, a lightrail! That’s the best idea yet!American: Ew, Swiss stinks!

Goat: I mean really! Fantastic!Shredded: American, you have no room to talk.

Pepperjack: But you would have to find a straight route out. Too long, and Cheddar’d catch you! Swiss: Hello, I can’t get out!

Pepperjack: Let’s pack our bags tonight!

Goat: Yes, lets.

Too bad, there’s no computer and I have a no newspaper hack.

Goat and Pepperjack: Simultaneous hand-waving!

Except Pepperjack is smiling and Goat isn’t…

I think everyone started feeling bad for Pepperjack, as she began crying.

And when they cleared out, she got to take a nice *grr*, long *grr*, bubble bath *grr*.

Then I wondered…Why was everyone starving?

Cheddar had just arrived home, and I tried to get her to serve a meal. It didn’t work, though. The fridge was empty. We had nearly no money, but I used every last bit of it to buy groceries.

Asylum patients, in unison: Cheddar, our hero!

So immediately I had her serve a meal…In the hopes that no one would die while she did it.

No one did. Although Shredded and Provolone had a little incident…

Poor Swiss didn’t make it to the toilet. Again. He got food poisoning after every single time he ate out of the garbage can. And yet he never learned.

Everyone flocked to the cereal, which is the quickest meal I could make.

Cheddar, meanwhile, slaved away at making friends for her job. She’s in the grilled cheese career, which I downloaded. It’s actually harder than regular, because the opening level job requires 2 friends, skill points, and the pay is only $70.

Next up on the…Napping in bowls contest! Who will win?

Provolone is seriously good at the dance sphere.

He still falls out though. But he hangs on for a while.

YAY! Tub-pirates <3

Okay, I swear I didn’t try for this! But geez, this delivery guy is a perv…

All together now: banned 4 lyfe!

I’m just saying.

Cheddar: Eyes back up here!

And again. It’s never good when a mop combines with a blur.

I love this picture. It should have been the cover.

Alright, back to our “friend” here. He doesn’t like grilled cheese. Rejected!

Really! You pee out here too?

Notice the bills. Not enough money :O

What are you -500ing for?

Swiss: I’m hungry!

Swiss: This is where you feed me! Now do it!

It’s okay, he can satisfy his hunger by using the trash can.

Cheddar was bored, so I let her use the dance sphere- but on low this time ;)

She hung on for a while though.

And she got off without a scratch! Only a bit dizzy.

And yet again, the fridge was empty.

Luckily SHE was going to work where her hunger was filled up…But her fellow patients weren’t so lucky.

Let’s see if everyone survives through the night.

It’s not looking good.

In fact, he passed out as well.

American’s angry, yet still smiling. These sims are creepy! Does anyone know why?

But it isn’t Goat who dies first. It’s Shredded. Poor guy. He was sweet/evil all in one.

Shredded: No- leave me behind…Save yourself….

*eck*

That was my “dying noise”.

And Grimmy comes for the first time.

Here Monterrey, Provolone, Swiss, and Pepperjack are crying. Goat’s walking away.

Now Goat’s crying too, and Pepperjack’s noticing how stinky she is.

Pepperjack’s walking away, American’s noticing how bad she smells, Goat’s crying, Swiss is being sick (food poisoning from the trash can), Provolone’s noticing how bad Monterrey smells, and Monterrey’s staring at me creepily again.

And so our first patient is taken away in a sea of sparklies.

(Sorry for the bad pic) Everyone got a bad memory of it. Darn. I didn’t even get any enemies here.

The first urn is added to the “table of graves”.

And this is where I’ll leave you: With Swiss complaining of hunger, Pepperjack and Monterrey both reacting to the table and in various stages of need failure.

Next time: The conclusion. Who else will die? (I almost wrote win, whoops ;))